If someone finds my brain on the ground, can they please put it back in my skull, because I think I’ve misplaced it and filled the cavity with cotton wool instead.
Runes say patience, but great upheaval and a change that cannot be undone have already been set in motion.
Today I just don’t know. I don’t know anything really. And normally I’d say wise is the man who knows he knows almost nothing. Today it’s just, well I don’t know. But then surely to know all would be to go mad…or would it?